My Dearest Husband,
When I order dessert and you say, "I'll just have some of yours," that ain't right. I ordered it wanting to eat the whole thing, not 3/4, not 1/2, not 1/4. I don't care if you only take a few bites. You're still taking food out of my mouth and I don't like it. Not one little bit. Oh, and that bite of cake, where you took a big chunk of my frosting... not cool. Not cool at all.
Always,
Your Loving Wife
Somehow I think this relates to missing frosting on the cakes at home in Eaton not to mention the missing gallons of ice cream :)
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